Of course the word Atlantis is the first to drift across the transom of your hot and fevered mind, unbidden and unlooked for; you are a product of your time. But let the wind whisper to you also the name of Mu, of Lemuria, of Thule and Hyperborea, of Rutas, of Lyonesse and Ys, of Hohoq, of Buyan and Shambhala, of Terra Australis, of the formless and nameless unknown lands murmuring of ancient glories just below the waves.

I will even grant that Buyan was a new one on me (Slavic, supposedly linked to Koschei the Deathless). But that’s all right; the author forgot Hy Brasil.